“Seems to be like I’m shopping for you dinner,” I mentioned as he handed me again my water, utilizing the again of his hand to wipe his mouth of any remaining streams of liquid.

“You don’t need to…”

“A deal is a deal, Harding. And I’m a person of my phrase.” I hooked the close to empty bottle again onto my belt.

“Not going to take no for a solution, I take it?”

“Received someplace you wish to go tonight?” I requested nonchalantly.

“Tonight?” Nolan requested, his eyes widening in shock. “Oh, I didn’t—”

“You bought plans I don’t learn about?” I taunted him.

Nolan shrugged.

“I imply, I used to be going to compensate for the newest episode of 911 Lone Star,” he mentioned, clearing his throat. “However, uh…”

“Ouch. You actually know how one can dig the blade in, don’t you?” I mentioned, shaking my head.

“I didn’t imply…”

“I’ll choose you up tomorrow at seven. Be prepared,” I mentioned.

“However I—”

I smirked at him as I made my approach off the path, and simply as I anticipated, he adopted me like a superb little lamb.

“Wouldn’t wish to get in the best way of your TK and Carlos marathon,” I mentioned with a wink, which prompted a blush to unfold throughout Nolan’s nostril and into his cheeks.

He does that so much, it’s type of… cute.

Although he couldn’t see the grin on my face, I couldn’t assist myself.

Typically he simply made issues really easy.

CHAPTER 8

Nolan

The truth of the scenario hit me, making my already racing coronary heart beat quicker.

I beat Dawson, which meant…

Fuck.

He’s shopping for me dinner.

Tomorrow evening.

Part of me was greater than ecstatic to spend a night with Mr. March himself, as a result of in some bizarre, twisted approach, I believed this is able to be the one approach I might spend time with my two yr lengthy fireman crush.

It was simply happenstance that we each lived on the Towers, some sense of serendipity or a merciless accident that we’d each ended up on the identical path on the similar time.

By the point I caught as much as Dawson, I’d began to chill down from our run, however my coronary heart nonetheless raced. Dawson nonchalantly held the door for me after he’d gone inside the primary foyer entrance. He forged me a smirk over his tanned shoulder that warmed my insides like molten lava.

“Thanks,” I mentioned, specializing in sounding like a standard, even-toned human, despite the fact that my breath was threatening to catch in my throat once more.

“Don’t point out it,” he mentioned with a snicker as he headed for the elevator.

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